Fired by my Grumpy Dragon (Grumpy Monster Bosses #3)

TWENTY FIVE

Kivrayn

I fucking bit her.

Fuck!

I try to ignore the way my cocks are already surging back to life at the metallic taste of her blood on my tongue and the scent of her pleasure clinging to my skin.

I shouldn’t have bitten her. It changes everything.

And nothing.

She didn’t consent to it. I didn’t even have time to ask before my jaws were clamping around her soft skin and I’d done the deed. I still haven’t done it with both cocks buried in her pussy at once, so the full bonding hasn’t been initiated.

“Stay still,” I tell her.

Of course she instantly twists and squirms in my grasp.

“Stay still, I said.” I hold her there, inspecting the damage. “It’s still bleeding.”

Loren swipes at the bite with her hand, smudging blood everywhere.

“Stop that.” I swat at her hand. “You’ll end up with an infection if you touch it.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” She tugs her skirt down over her ass, which I should be more grateful for, given the level of distraction her bare ass and pussy give me. I still growl.

“You need to clean the wound. ”

She makes a shhh of dismissal and brushes over her skirt.

“Come on.” I grab her arm. “We’re going back to the restaurant.”

“We are absolutely not going back in there while I look like this.” She tugs against my hold, achieving nothing but angering me. She looks fucking delicious and thoroughly well fucked. She’s probably right. I’m not certain I want other people looking at her when she looks like this.

I pinch my eyes shut and shake my head. I was kidding myself that the mating bond hasn’t started. It has. This is just what I was afraid of.

“I said, I’m not going back in there like this.”

The wound on her neck is still bleeding, I can practically feel the germs gathering, ready to invade her delicate human flesh. First the infection will set in, then the fever. And then the real danger.

With a roar, I shift, tearing my human clothing and making Loren curse and shriek. I grab her up and take a running jump, leaping from the back of the nearest car to give me some extra lift since I’m carrying her weight too. She screams and fights me. That only makes me hold her tighter.

As we rise higher, her shrieking stops. She stops fighting me. I can’t talk to her in this form, but I guess she’s worked out I’m not going to drop her. It might have been tempting once upon a time. Only now that I’ve bitten her, that’s changed too. Now it will end me.

Dragon venom will at least give her added immunity and begin increasing her natural lifespan. But that’s not foolproof. Humans mated to dragons still get sick and die. My mother is the example I wish I didn’t have .

I descend slowly. Landing while carrying someone is more challenging. I have to make sure I don’t squash her, but I don’t want to drop her either.

Eventually I’m hovering above the roof close enough that I can set her on her feet. I drop to stand beside her a moment later.

The bleeding on her shoulder has stopped, dried blood crusting the curved mark of my teeth on her skin.

I need to stop looking.

For one, it’s freaking me out. We still haven’t cleaned it.

For another, the shape is somehow incredibly arousing.

I shift back to my two-legged form to take a closer look.

“You’re a little unhinged, you know that, right?” Loren’s deep brown eyes are bright with laughter, and she brushes her hair back from her blushing face.

“Being around you has that effect on me.”

She laughs.

“Come on. We’re cleaning that wound.”

“We?” She arches a brow at me.

“Yes we. I can’t trust you to take care of it properly by yourself.” I shepherd her toward the door. “Your room key should unlock this.”

“Who says you’re invited to my room?”

“I’m inviting myself. Either you let me in peacefully, or I’ll shift and smash through your window. You choose.”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, and I nearly bite her again to wipe the smirk from her lips. “You’re bluffing.”

“Try it, brat. ”

It’s not lost on me the way her pussy floods with extra juices at my words. At the way I crowd behind her at the door. At my hand on her waist. Perhaps all of it.

If she’s any bit as affected as I am by her, then it’s driving her crazy right now. But I need that wound cleaned. That’s my priority.

Humans are so fragile.

She finally gets her key out of the tiny purse she’s carrying and presses it against the sensor. There’s a beep. I don’t wait. I reach around her and open the door, arm around her waist to lift her and carry her inside.

“Kivrayn, let me go.”

“No.” Ignoring her protests, I carry her down the stairs until we get to the tenth floor. “What room number?”

She sighs dramatically, but surprises me by saying, “604.”

Once we’ve descended another four floors and I’ve set her down outside her room, she gets the key out again. It’s probably a good thing she’s standing in front of me. Otherwise the young couple who walk past us on the stairs would get an eyeful. As it is, I see them quickly avert their eyes and hurry past.

“Oh my god,” the female whispers to the male. “Does that guy back there have no clothes on?”

Loren laughs. I decide I rather like the sound. I take a step forward, which presses my cocks more firmly into her ass. They’re completely out of my control. She looks around at me incredulous. “Already?”

“Hurry up.”

“Oh, now I’m hurrying.” She swipes the key quickly, and we rush into the room. I note that clothing is strewn around, used underwear which smell delicious and are hard to look away from for a moment.

“Shower,” I grunt.

“I can think of better things to do.”

There’s a sliding door to Loren’s right, which leads to the tiniest, dingiest bathroom I’ve ever seen. There is barely room in there for one of us, let alone both. She’s already stripping, giving me a hungry look that’s doing terrible things to my control.

I want simultaneously to pin her down to something and stuff my two cocks inside her tiny human cunt, and also to wrap her in blankets and make sure nothing ever harms her again.

This is madness!

“Shower,” I say again, pointlessly.

She’s not listening. Instead, she advances on me.

“You are mad, woman. Have I not destroyed your pussy enough for one day?”

“God no.”

I dart around her and switch the water on before she can tempt me to prove her wrong. “In.”

She plants her hands on her hips and lifts her chin. “Make me.”

“So help me, woman, you are going to wash that wound.” I lift her, tugging the shower curtain aside with one hand and depositing her under the water. Of course, I’m sprayed with a mist as I position her so that the water trickles over her shoulder. The clammy shower curtain clings to my calves and tail. “Ugh. What is wrong with this bathroom? What is wrong with this hotel?”

Loren winces and sucks in a breath as the water hits her wound. “Ouch. Ease up, will you? We can’t all afford to stay at the Ritz.”

“I’m staying at the Kensington Grand now actually,” I tell her cooly. I find the soap and lather it in my hands. My body basically blocks her only exit from the shower, so she’s not going anywhere.

She yelps when I rub the bite mark. “Hold still.”

“It hurts!”

I growl. “Which is why we need to clean it. Now hold still so I don’t hurt you any more than I have to.”

Begrudgingly, she stills and lets me wash her shoulder. She glares daggers at me the whole time. When I’m satisfied it’s as clean as it can be, I turn my attention to the rest of her body. I haven’t missed the way the soap suds slide down her small breasts and over taut brown nipples. I follow them with my hands, still slick from the lather.

Her murderous expression softens.

I lather my hands again and rub around her breasts, up and over her arms, careful to avoid the wound this time. Since she’s facing me, I pull her against my chest to rub circles on her back, and she surprises me again by leaning into me.

We’re silent for a while. I’m enjoying the feel of her skin, her soft little moans. Her lack of words.

She breaks the silence. “I never picked you for the tenderly-washing-your-lover-in-the-shower type,” she murmurs.

I grunt. “We’ve not lovers.”

Loren only laughs. Another woman would be offended. I know. I’ve had this unpleasant conversation a few times in my life before when females got too attached. “What are we then? Fuck buddies? We’re something, though, because guys who don’t want to see you again don’t chase you down in the street and fuck the living daylights out of you. Trust me. I know enough about guys like that.”

Rather than answer her question, I begin on her ass.

It’s a mistake.

My cocks throb insistently between us. I can’t hide my reactions to her when we’re like this.

“You need it too,” she mumbles against my chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

What I need is to avoid biting her again. To avoid putting my cock into her sweet little pussy so I don’t end up with both in there, breeding her.

“And what you need is to learn some manners.”

She laughs. “Think you can train me?”

My tail flicks so hard against the tiles of the shower, I probably leave a crack. Words jump out of my mouth before I can call them back. “On your knees and let’s find out.”